Everything changes. I’m at that place in life where people I love are aging and dying. I think back to my childhood, and I have to think hard to remember things. Today, I remembered my dad buying me Slim Jims for a snack after hot days in the sun. Recently, on an airplane, I was given a disappointing pouch of pretzels and some water. When I ate the pretzels, I remembered eating this same snack pretty regularly: goodies left out for adults but absconded by little people like me. The taste made me remember more: a whole bunch of things buried and forgotten. This little snack ended up being the opposite of a disappointment. Yarn can keep a child amused for hours at a time. I remember that being true for me. I made pom poms, dolls, and collages out of yarn. I was pretty small when I made my first yarn creations. Today, I use what I remember from that time to create my Yarn Swirl Collage. This is just one of the many ways I can take time to remember. What do you remember? Share your memories here or find a voice for them elsewhere. Make a collage, create a scrapbook page, write in a journal, or blog here with me. Tell us what you remember before everything started to change here at Journey on Canvas Blog. Everything changes: take time for remembering.